Dream One
The pieces didn't add up.
It was as simple as that. No matter how much he rotated, rearranged, or sorted out the problem, it didn't become any clearer. He rubbed the pads of his thumb and forefinger together again. Same result. Soft, fleshy and entirely not wooden. Even as wind howled and screamed around him, kicking up dust into his face so he had to rub out the coarse grains, he still came to the same conclusion. He was human. His brain kept telling him that wasn't right, though, Sasori could explain it to himself why it shouldn't be. If he wasn't supposed to be human, what exactly was he supposed to be?
He looked up, past the swirling sands, to the scene that slowly move by pace by pace around him. Everything was bathed in a glow of red. The sand. The clouds. The sky. He pulled up his leg to sit cross legged as he continued to make his way slowly across the expanse of desert. That was the second question. The creature, as he didn't have better term for it, below him walked on all fours and drag itself across the dunes leaving a path of disturbed ground in his wake. Though, the winds cleared it up soon enough. The being moved with mechanical precious, one limb in front of the other. Though, the movement isn't what earned it the term creature, but more of the extra limb. A tail that resembled a scorpion but looked to be comprised of bone and screws. It arched over the pair is if to provide shade as useless as that sounded. He tapped the hard wooden shell of the creature and was responded with a hollow sound. Curious. But one question at a time. One question at a time.
Something caught his leg and dragged him face first into the sand. He pushed himself onto his knees, looking around to see what he had tripped him. Upon seeing a hand attached to his ankle, he kicked at it and scrambled away toward... Now where did his ride go? The limb gave away quickly as it wasn't attached to anything after the elbow. He walked up to it carefully, step by step, until he got a good look. Wood. The arm was made of wood. He picked it up cautiously, waiting for it to move again, but it never did. He discarded the arm and put a hand up to his eyes, looking for the scorpion creature when the landscape before him made his heart pause.
In the expansion before him lay heads that stared back at him with empty sockets. Various torsos scattered half buried in the sand, while legs and arm stuck out at all angles. A graveyard of... parts?